Photo 1: Scandola reserve.
As for the tour of Italy, the tour of Corsica also includes a day of rest. We could have continued, but the birthday of Cri and Scandola, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, deserved a quiet day.
Photo 2: Porto beach
Photo 3: Porto beach
The sea is rough at 7 and the waves crashing on the deserted beach of Porto. Pebbles on the shore and sand in the hinterland, all crowned by the mountains overlooking Porto that reach 1300 meters above sea level, almost overlooking the sea. Breakfast on the terrace overlooking the harbor and then departure for the boat ride in the Scandola Reserve.
Photo 4: Petit dejeuner
The boat’s engine is at maximum power to overcome the waves entering the port. The captain is careful not to hit the rocks, and then set off again, in a continuous rocking capable of stirring the chocolate of the first communion in the stomach. But man, are you going too fast, as they say in French? I can’t take pictures, it will all be moved, but away in the middle of the sea at full speed not at all afraid up to Girolata, the town we saw yesterday from the Palmarella pass down below and which can be reached either on foot in two hours of walking or by sea by boat. We disembark and try to reach the Genoese fort, without success, it is closed.
Photo 5: Girolata. The castle
Photo 6: Girolata: Fishermen houses
Photo 7: Girolata Harbour
Photo 8: Girolata.
Photo 9: our boat
Photo 10 : the Castle
Photo 11: Girolata Harbour
Photo 12: Girolata
Photo 13: Girolata Harbour
I dwell on the houses of the fishermen or rather of the naive tourists who have to deal with the continuous landings of tourists, tourists who are the source of survival for the managers of restaurants and souvenirs. The only ones that lead a normal life are the cows that graze free on the beach cheering passers-by even with fights between bulls to designate the hierarchies. But they are not scary, it is a small breed that has very little in common with our cows. We get back in the boat and thank god now the pace is slower, you can take pictures.
Photo 14: Sailing
Photo 15: Scandola reserve
Photo 16: Scandola reserve
Photo 17: Scandola reserve
Photo 18: Scandola reserve
Photo 19: Scandola reserve
Photo 20: Scandola reserve
Photo 21: Scandola reserve
Photo 22: Scandola reserve
Photo 23: Scandola reserve
Photo 24: Scandola reserve
Photo 5: Scandola reserve
Photo 26: Scandola reserve
Photo 27: Scandola reserve
I try to get some information from the speaker of the boat but the explanation is in fast French and no “doucement” !!! I understand little, I apologize. Between caves, ravines and arches that support a blue sky, I keep shooting. The goats graze almost by the sea on the rocks. They are the heirs of fugitives from some remote transhumance and then rinselvatichite. A sea eagle in the nest on the rock. I photograph thinking I have caught her but … Another small Genoese tower, the oldest of all, if I understand correctly, on a rock with a colony of Corsican seagulls circling in the air. Maybe it is due to a human presence, I hope scientific researcher, otherwise it could be just an unauthorized jammer, but here it is too controlled.
Photo 28: Scandola reserve
Photo 29: Scandola reserve
Photo 30: Scandola reserve
Photo 31: Scandola reserve
Photo 32: Scandola reserve
Photo 33: Scandola reserve
Let’s go back to Porto and on the way back the boat has to give a very strong acceleration as if it were going up a slope, but it is only to overcome the last wave, then the calm of the port. Now, lying on the sand of the beach under the scorching sun, we enjoy the aerosol benefits of the sea spray, a pleasure. I overcome my innate fear of water, I’m going to get my feet wet !! But there comes a higher wave than usual as long as I make a cutscene, let’s hope the costume dries for tomorrow
. There is some brave Teutonic who swims undeterred and his head disappears and reappears from the waves. I would not like to exaggerate but the waves, before breaking on the shoreline, far exceed the height of those who are on the seashore, 3 meters? Already a 10 cm wave is a storm for me! Cri snores in the sun and thinks that her motto has always been that sleep is wasted time.
Photo 34: Porto tower
Photo 35: Porto Harbour
Photo 36: Porto Harbour
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